An Old Man In Palm Springs
A stubborn old man from Palm Springs
has no patience with new-fangled things
He hates cars—he’ll just walk
and a sundial’s his clock
He won’t fly until God gives him wings
2/4/22
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
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